Peeking at the titles of books other people on the tube are reading is a joy. Well, you have to do something to pass the time between stations. And besides, I'm nosy. But this morning I sat next to a woman who pulled out one of those self-help type books from her bag with the curious - and rather sad - title, Get Rid of Your Accent.
I don't have estuary English and I don't speak posh. My vowels will always be flat. Why anyone would want to change their accent is beyond me. I've been feeling sad about that book title all day.